Pure Evil

By Doug Paton

There is no question the word is a pretty mixed up place at the moment, every country seems to be on high alert waiting for another terrorist atrocity. Religious fanatics are preaching hate against so called none believers and the west.
This uncompromising Mitchell and Gilmore adventure will grab you from the very first page. It is by far the most intense and hard hitting of the series and certainly not one for the faint hearted. Evil comes in all shapes and sizes, but "Pure Evil" lies within twisted individuals who have no regard for human life or for those who do not conform to their ways. Duncan Mitchell and Susan Gilmore must face their own fear and trepidation in this most challenging case. A journey so deep, it will leave both scarred for life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Doug Paton
• Release date: May 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370826773

Doug Paton

Born in Stonehaven, on the North East of Scotland 5th October 1953. Raised in the small fishing village of Gourdon, before meeting my lovely wife and returning to my birthplace in the 1970's. Son of a fisherman but with a love for dry land. Employing skilled tradesmen gave me an opportunity to serve the Criminal Justice Service. A very enjoyable and rewarding 5 years. Building a new Guest House for my wife was another challenge and again I have been rewarded by meeting thousands of world travellers. Golf has been a very enjoyable hobby for both my wife and I for many years, perhaps we may even improve some day, until then we will enjoy the walk and the fresh air. Travelling the world and sampling different cultures is a passion, and I make full use of this in my writing. The success of my first novel "Stonehaven Undermined" gave me the confidence to continue and a second followed, "Stonehaven for Hire" again receiving welcomed acclaim before my third and most recent called "Pure Evil" a title I gave for it's violence and adult content. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed researching the content.

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Pure Evil, by Doug Paton-

A Mitchell and Gilmore Series

Pure Evil

By Doug Paton

Copyright 2017, by Doug Paton.

All rights reserved

Proofreading by Gordon Scott Brown

eBook Formatting by Erika Q. Stokes

This book is the work of fiction however the town of Stonehaven is very much real. It’s part of a lovely stretch of coastline on the North East of Scotland between Aberdeen and Dundee.

If you have not yet visited this part of the world, please write it in your to do list. You will most definitely enjoy the experience. The beautiful bay of Stonehaven holds a picturesque harbour, an outdoor Olympic size swimming pool, a stunning clifftop golf course and one of the most iconic castles in the world. All within walking distance of the town centre.

It’s been a privilege to live and work in such a warm and friendly town.

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Other Titles by Doug Paton

Stonehaven Undermined, Book 1 in the Mitchell and Gilmore series

Stonehaven for Hire, Book 2 in the Mitchell and Gilmore series

Contents

Chapter 1. Cursed Luck

Chapter 2. Missing Daughter

Chapter 3. Drifting Back

Chapter 4. Spy in the Sky

Chapter 5. A Monster

Chapter 6. Watched

Chapter 7. A Replacement

Chapter 8. Zofia’s Room

Chapter 9. Syrian Desert

Chapter10. Near Miss

Chapter 11. Naked Play

Chapter 12. Ian In Peterhead

Chapter 13. Point the Finger

Chapter 14. The FBI

Chapter 15. Abu-Kamal Crossing

Chapter 16. Phone Garr

Chapter 17. The Warehouse

Chapter 18. Foresterhill Hospital

Chapter 19. To Venice

Chapter 20. A Gloved Hand

Chapter 21. Rubislaw Quarry

Chapter 22. Molenbeek

Chapter 23. The Stakeout

Chapter 24. Mohamad X

Chapter 25. Askew Ltd

Chapter 26. Where’s Duncan

Chapter 27. Dundee to Newcastle

Chapter 28. All Tied Up

Chapter 29. Lock Down

Chapter 30. London Warning

Chapter 31. The Bridge

Chapter 32. Piece of Shit

Chapter 33. Brussels Embassy

Chapter 34. Find That Coach

Chapter 35. Target Down

Chapter 36. The Salute

Chapter 37. Home

I started writing this book with the title Stonehaven for Real, however it quickly became apparent by the nature of the storyline and by the vicious immorality of the characters, a stronger title was required. While writing, I have witnessed men of hate kill and maim in the name of one cause or another. To kill can only be described as evil; no matter how you try to disguise it with twisted beliefs of angry men, it is accepted in all religions of the world. Thou shall not Kill.

Doug Paton

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Chapter 1.

Cursed Luck

Demir Yilmaz waited nervously behind the wheel of a stolen BMW, he had parked in an empty space at the Tesco’s car park, in Newtonhill, near Aberdeen. Shoppers were coming and going in their own little world of baked beans, fresh milk, and pre-packed microwave dinners. Smiling inward at remembering life’s priorities, like the Australian Chardonnay and South African Cabernet Sauvignon.

Demir glanced at his watch again, only 35 seconds had passed. He was becoming more anxious by the second. The day was overcast, common for a July morning on the north-east coast of Scotland. The summer sun was losing its battle with the coastal haar, however the grey, bleak outlook matched Demir’s frame of mind perfectly. He hated the weather in this part of the world; and he hated this part of the world. Demir Yilmaz in fact hated everything. He had been labelled lazy, deceitful and untrustworthy in his home town from a very young age, and despised the mention of work. Why the hell should he work? He was old enough to steal.

Demir had chosen the Newtonhill car park for its proximity to Aberdeen and for the access to the main A90 north/south dual carriageway. It was on the south side of the town and that’s exactly where he was headed. South, and damn quick. The store was easy to find, easy to access, and most importantly easy to exit should anything go wrong.

A neatly wrapped parcel was sitting on the passenger seat, and with luck, it would be exchanged for a bundle of used £50 notes. Perhaps then his perceived bad luck would finally piss off and leave him alone. After all, he didn’t mean to kill that stupid girl.

A dark coloured 4x4 approached the roundabout and signalled to enter. It was driven slowly and deliberately between the rows of parked cars. Demir recognised the two men inside. Immediately he felt a chill crawl down his spine causing his body to tighten up. In his mind, he pictured a rope around his neck, and the thought made him swallow hard. He raised his hand to his throat reassuring himself there was nothing there. This is bad, this is really bad, this is worse than terrible, this is fucking catastrophic. He looked in every direction for a way out, sweat formed on his brow, and trickled into his deep-set eyes now wide with fear.

They were members of the firm he’d stolen the package from. He slid himself down below the dashboard as the two men checked out the vehicles. He wiped the sweat from his eyes, cursed and prayed all at the same time as they drove slowly past.

With a deep breath Demir shot up, turned the ignition key, and stamped hard on the pedal. The tyres spun and smoked like some burnout scene from the Fast and Furious films until they finally gripped the surface.

He made a dash for the exit, causing shoppers to scatter and completely outfoxed the 4x4. But as he reached the roundabout, a second car rammed him at such speed his passenger door caved in, and the impact caused the BMW to lift off the road and land heavily on the pavement. With no seat belt, the collision had thrown him forward causing his head to collide with the windscreen. He cursed loudly! The pain was excruciating as he instinctively raised his hand, but the blood covering his fingers was the least of his worries.

Dazed and disorientated, he stumbled out of the driver’s door. Two men from the 4x4 were running towards him. He shuddered at the sight and started to run as fast as his shaken body would allow, up and over the adjoining A90 flyover. The noise from the road underneath told him that the rush hour traffic was still in full flow.

Fear turned to panic in his battered and bloodied head as he jumped the northbound railings. The concrete downward slope however was far steeper than he’d anticipated, for as hard as he tried to stop, to his horror the momentum carried him stumbling and falling out onto the busy northbound carriageway.

Cars immediately swerved to avoid hitting him only to collide with others travelling on the adjoining lane. What followed was a mixture of brakes, bangs, collisions, cars flipping and crash barriers disintegrating. It was relentless; cars kept running into the backs of others and all the while Demir was on his knees with his hands over his head. Why he thought that would protect him from vehicles travelling at 70 miles per hour is anyone’s guess.

When he finally dared to look up, he saw a massive truck thundering towards him. The driver, busy avoiding damaged cars, had seen Demir far too late and was practically standing on his brakes. Tyres were leaving a trail of rubber on the tarmac, and smoke from the wheel arches were signalling that the truck didn’t have enough road to stop. They screeched loudly as the rear end of the trailer started to jack-knife.

Four gang members from both cars were now in pursuit, carefully sliding down the embankment as Demir contemplated the end.

The driver of the truck made a last-ditch attempt to avoid hitting him and as the trailer swerved, Demir noticed a rope hanging from the curtain sided vehicle. Quickly, he made a grab for it, jumping as only a man in fear for his life could do. He avoided the rear wheels by inches but managed to hang on to the rope as the momentum swung him beyond the rear of the trailer then pulled him back, crashing heavily onto the solid rear doors.

The driver of the truck, relieved at missing an idiot kneeling in the middle of the road had no intention of getting held up in such carnage. He kept his truck going, weaving between twisted cars, dazed drivers and a sorry looking bus shelter, flattened by an Audi refusing to slow down. No surprise there, thought the truck driver.

The four men in pursuit could only watch and curse as the truck started to pull away at speed. Demir had no idea how on earth he’d managed to keep hold of the rope, but he thanked his prophet for his good fortune.

Unfortunately, his prophet had no idea what happens to a rope left exposed to the north-east weather. Once again Demir cursed his luck as the old rope frayed and snapped. He hit the road doing 50mph, causing him to roll uncontrollably for what seemed an eternity.

The truck sped out of site as Demir’s twisted and battered body finally came to a halt; his brain on the other hand had not yet registered that fact. So, he just lay there as the world spun on around him. He could see glimmers of light through blood dripping from both eyes but as to what had just happened - he didn’t know and didn’t care, for at this moment in time, every part of his body hurt.

The gang members were of course delighted to witness such a spectacular failure. To see this thieving scum, get his just rewards in front of their eyes meant they were in hysterics of laughter as they approached.

Demir despised the sound of laughter. From his first memory of childhood, all through his teens and into his short spell of adulthood, he would cringe at the sound. This was understandable, for it was invariably always directed at him. The pain of being dragged along the road and bundled into a car accompanied by the continual sound of laughter was all too much for one grey and bleak morning. Demir lost consciousness.

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Chapter 2.

Missing Daughter

Duncan Mitchell could not believe what was in front of him. Miles of traffic were backed up on the Stonehaven to Aberdeen dual carriageway. Police, fire engines and ambulances all streamed through the stationary traffic with sirens blazing. Whatever this is, it’s big he thought to himself as he pulled on the grass verge, letting another emergency vehicle through.

Following a row of slow-moving cars leaving the A90 and cutting inland, he used his mobile phone hands-free. The call went straight to an answering machine, Hi Susan, slight delay - traffic accident at Newtonhill. I’ll be with you as soon as I can.

Duncan’s fiancé and business partner in a detective agency, Susan Gilmore, had switched her phone off while meeting a distressed mother at the Starbucks coffee shop in Aberdeen’s Union Square. The woman was from Seidice, a City in Eastern Poland, who had flown in from Warsaw and was staying at the Jury Inn. The hotel is incorporated in the same shopping centre and on the same level as the coffee outlet.

She had written to Susan after reading an article in The Gazeta Wyborcza, a newspaper published in Warsaw, covering International and general news from a liberal perspective. The story was about a Stonehaven detective agency, ‘Mitchell and Gilmore’, who had tracked down a dead engineer inside a Colorado mountain. It made a spectacular headline. The story was half true, as they had found a guy who was presumed dead, but was alive, imprisoned by the FBI in a top-secret cave complex.

Newspapers praised Mitchell and Gilmore on their diligence and imaginative detective work. A photograph of lovers Jenny Brentworth and the missing John Dawson hugging each other with the headline, ‘Back from the Dead’, was on front pages across the world.

The story had given Agnieszka Kaminski new hope as she sat across from Susan Gilmore, nervously drinking her coffee. Susan watched the cup shake as the poor woman tried to sip from the rim. The letter Agnieszka sent was on Susan’s lap. A copy of the Polish paper that ran the Mitchell and Gilmore story was on the table in front of them, next to a photograph of Agnieszka’s missing daughter.

Ok Mrs Kaminski, Susan reaching over and touching her arm sympathetically,